Pets of nightfall, fed enough  Longing flings to say hello  Running fast in spiral dances  Mocking bed-clothes try to burn  The air gets filled with damp  When telling lies of health devices  Burning it with glitter  Of thin and nervous eyes  The fall of something clear  And shining through the air  Hit his shoe and headed for the womb  Growing wet and rolling  Leaving salt lines in the skin  Waiting in the halfroom  My mouth smells bad  I'm saying nothing  Gasps of pets will speak of me  Among other stranger things  While one by one and very silent  The small and far-away people  Go dark and out of reach  I swear that I can't tell  If I am happier by now  Spiteful hours till times are done  Unease will drag your bones to sleep  Lower yourself till times are none  You will always be beloved  (Words: Sahlin Music: Engström/Rellmark)